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So about the chic, to clear up something I guess you could say I look at her like a little sister figure. You know? I have always wanted one of those. But anyway on to more meaningful nonsense. I watched Bjork Vesoertine Live at the Royal Opera House last night and I can say is fucking awesome. The whole package and the whole design and sound. And how do you sync up a drum machine with a string ensemble? Plus her voice is awesome. So it is official I will become a charity case this Friday. I find out how much money I get "Com on Big Money Big Money No Whammy No Whammy STOP " The whole thing is stupid but anyway. I stepped outside and I could smell summer in the air. It was horrible. I take that back I love the smell at first light break but it is a sure sign it is going to get fucking hot. I hate the heat. This is why I want to retire in Canada. If it gets to cold just stay the fuck inside. You can always warm up but it is hard to cool down. Did I mention I hate summer?
I think someone is knocking on my door. Yep I am sure of it. I believe them to be with the government but they will not state which branch. I recognize this face through the peep hole. He is the same guy I seen in the park just last week. And in the frozen food aisle just the other day. I have told him many times I do not know where the briefcase is but he keeps persisting that I do. I have tore the seats from my car, ripped up the boards in my house, knocked out the sheet rock in my walls and I can not find it. I remember a night where I do not know how I got home maybe I lost it then. But I do not ever remember getting either. Maybe I received the suit case and lost the suit case all in the same night. Maybe it was that same night that I do not remember how I got home. I wish I could describe it for I would put an ad in the lost and found. The man in the peephole will not describe it to me he just keeps screaming at the top of his lungs for the location of it. Will someone please call the police for they no longer help me anymore. Will one of you dear neighbors help me or give him the briefcase if you have it. What about you Mr.. Whitaker I know you can hear this. Do you recall the time you fell to your floor and I ran upstairs to help you? I broke into you residents and helped out my fellow man. The next time you fall I hope you stay there. You can rot and die for all I care. I will ignore the smell I will ignore the Flies I will not say a word and you will not be found till the rent is due. WHY WON"T YOU HELP ME? YOU FUCKING OLD BASTARD! Wait. I no longer hear the rattle from behind my peephole. I want to lay here in the floor and wait to see if I hear footsteps exit the corridor. Did he leave? Where is he? Maybe he went upstairs? Maybe he went to go see Mr.. Whitaker? Maybe them two of them are in this together? Maybe Mr.. Whitaker stole the briefcase in order to double-cross the man on the other side of my peephole? Maybe he went to kill Mr. Whitaker? Oh God should I go help? Maybe this is why he did not come to my aid in fear of his own life? Maybe I have this figured out? There is only one way to find out. I will go up there and demand Mr. Whitaker give me the briefcase. I know he knows where it is. He has to be the one who stole it from me why else would he not come help me? We have been neighbors for years. He helped me that cold morning when my car would not start. He gave me a ride to work. He gave my son and I a ride to the hospital when my son was hit by that car on his bicycle. Why now at this time would he not come help me? It is because he knows. Yea He FUCKING knows and I am going to go find out what he FUCKING knows. So much is revealing through the glass of the peephole and this time I stand on the other side how the peephole. HOW DOES THAT FEEL MR. WHITAKER??!! HOW DOES THAT FEEL YOU FUCKING WORLD !!!!?


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